Upon hearing the question—especially one concerning Tang San—Ma Hongjun's unfocused pupils gradually began to regain focus. He then raised his head to look at the Goddess of Life and nodded in response:
"Alright... I'm willing to tell you everything I saw."
His voice was incredibly hoarse, as though his throat had cracked from dryness. It sounded like an old man's voice, and combined with his head of white hair, he truly looked like an elderly man at death's door.
No one had expected Ma Hongjun to go from a young man who looked to be in his twenties to an old man in his fifties or sixties in just a few short seconds.
It seemed that the death of his wife and the betrayal of his brother had truly dealt him a devastating blow.
Still, Chen Ming'er had learned something new. The legendary phenomenon of going white-haired overnight was not a legend after all—it really existed.
He had thought that going white-haired overnight on Douluo Continent was caused by Evil Soul Masters draining someone dry.
And so, the group slowly returned to God Realm Fortress. Inside a lounge, Ma Hongjun recounted his experiences in a low voice.
When they heard that Tang San, radiating sinister energy from head to toe, had tortured Zhou Weiqing and possessed formidable combat power, they all formed quite a few guesses. It was probably true—the Tang San in question was likely the Rakshasa God King whom the God Realm had always guarded against.
Upon learning this information, the Goddess of Life found it somewhat unbelievable as well. After all, Tang San had enjoyed an excellent reputation ever since ascending to the God Realm—impartial and incorruptible, upright and just.
Loyal and devoted, respectful toward his elders, pure and noble, radiant and great. He was a good